What can a typical weekend be for a person living in foothills? Of course going to the hills but that 'typically' vanishes when you're accompanied by an amazing company. After hours of quarrel and changing of plans, we, together finally decided to take a trip to Nainital but unfortunately my father could not come with us due to his work issues. With our happy-sad faces, we loaded the car, settled ourselves and ignited the engine for a good travel.
In no time, we were out of the birdhouse, entering the mountains by NH-87. I wanted an escape, from everything. I just longed for moments with me, nature and my favourite music. I popped the earphones out of my bag, plugged into the phone and hit play. There I was, with those clouds, hills and my music, in heaven. As soon as my soul started retrieving itself from the cooperative life my mom poked me to hell, yelling at me to get those black little flies out of my ears. I asked why to do so, she said, "Nothing, I felt like poking you." Well I attached those little flies back in my ears and hit play, again. After 15 kilometres, we took a pitstop at a random bhutta wala and filled our tummies with yummies. I, as a total retard, chose a chutney wala bhutta, biggest mistake ever. My lips still feel numb from the spice. Well, after that dreadful bite, we got on our way. We were already a bit off from schedule and then destiny thought why just a bit, why not a lot, and there *BAM* a truck and a local bus depicted their love right between the road by hugging each other. Great. It took just 1 hour to get through that. After that, we didn't slowed down, drove with the flow. Now we were on the tipsy-curvy road which brought freshest ever air with them which replenished the soul till the very core.
A deep breath was the breath for happiness, breath for tranquillity, breath for life. The sun prepared for the dusk with its last shiny rays of the day. Waving goodbye and wishing us luck for the rest of the trip for the day. Till this point, I had completed jamming to my whole 'favourites' list and also, done irritating my family by making them hear their 'disliked' songs. We were almost there. Our taxi driver sucked pretty much. He wanted us to stay a lodge kilometres away from the lake when we clearly told him that we want to stay real close to the lake. The sun was down and evening gleamed with its preparations for us. The lake was silent but still breathtaking.
We roamed around the Mall road for the perfect hotel with a more perfect lake-view for at least an hour and finalised the hotel we looked for the very first time. Ya, we did that. I'm part of an authentic Baniya family. Yes, we ask the rate everywhere, check the rooms everywhere, negotiate for prices then make a good-long database leading to pie-charts and bar graphs and then decide to choose the hotel we started with, to waste our whole one hour. It's not a joke guys. After transferring our luggage to the rooms, we went for the dinner and ended the day on a pleasing note. But, the moment couldn't be much longer so everything was ruined when we realised we still had to figure out the next day.
In no time, we were out of the birdhouse, entering the mountains by NH-87. I wanted an escape, from everything. I just longed for moments with me, nature and my favourite music. I popped the earphones out of my bag, plugged into the phone and hit play. There I was, with those clouds, hills and my music, in heaven. As soon as my soul started retrieving itself from the cooperative life my mom poked me to hell, yelling at me to get those black little flies out of my ears. I asked why to do so, she said, "Nothing, I felt like poking you." Well I attached those little flies back in my ears and hit play, again. After 15 kilometres, we took a pitstop at a random bhutta wala and filled our tummies with yummies. I, as a total retard, chose a chutney wala bhutta, biggest mistake ever. My lips still feel numb from the spice. Well, after that dreadful bite, we got on our way. We were already a bit off from schedule and then destiny thought why just a bit, why not a lot, and there *BAM* a truck and a local bus depicted their love right between the road by hugging each other. Great. It took just 1 hour to get through that. After that, we didn't slowed down, drove with the flow. Now we were on the tipsy-curvy road which brought freshest ever air with them which replenished the soul till the very core.
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